January 11, 2008
Mood: Too busy cramming to even feel anything
Midterms are kinda killing me right now.
But they are fun. And I'm sure that by saying that, a thousand students just cried out in outrage. Yeah well, whatever. I dunno what's come over me. I used to despise exams, but now I'm actually relishing them. Wow. I should see a psychiatrist or something.
Anyways, can't stay long. I have a test in geography tomorrow, and as of now I still have 7 pages to read and to write notes about, and I still have to go over this reviewer thingie.
Before I depart, however, I leave this quote that our Social Studies teacher has so graciously written in on our test papers:
"There is war and need in the world, so no one feels sorry for you because you have an exam."
I love that quote. On so many different levels.
Bye for now.
11 January 2008
7 January 2008
All Is Well
January 7, 2008
Mood: Completely and utterly blissful
Some days, everything just seems to go right.
Today was just fantastic. :D
Despite my worries last night, I was able to wake up at 6 am. True, I suddenly awakened at 3 am for unknown reasons, but maybe it was just my Circadian rhythm acting up, after being thoroughly screwed over by Christmas break. xD
So yeah. It was a good start, then I made this [stupid] decision to walk to school even with the 8 inches of snow piled up all around me. A daunting task, and a really hare-brained one too.
But it's all good. Something else made up for it. :) Or rather, someone.
Then our science teacher gave us our test results. I got an A! Awesome!
But the clincher for this wonderful day...
I got a card from a friend, which is awesome enough. However, I also got a present from another friend. It was a gift for moi; a gift which caused me to run around the house, bouncing and squeeing whilst clutching her letter.
It pwned.
I love her lots. :D
And I'm never taking this wristband off.
Mood: Completely and utterly blissful
Some days, everything just seems to go right.
Today was just fantastic. :D
Despite my worries last night, I was able to wake up at 6 am. True, I suddenly awakened at 3 am for unknown reasons, but maybe it was just my Circadian rhythm acting up, after being thoroughly screwed over by Christmas break. xD
So yeah. It was a good start, then I made this [stupid] decision to walk to school even with the 8 inches of snow piled up all around me. A daunting task, and a really hare-brained one too.
But it's all good. Something else made up for it. :) Or rather, someone.
Then our science teacher gave us our test results. I got an A! Awesome!
But the clincher for this wonderful day...
I got a card from a friend, which is awesome enough. However, I also got a present from another friend. It was a gift for moi; a gift which caused me to run around the house, bouncing and squeeing whilst clutching her letter.
It pwned.
I love her lots. :D
And I'm never taking this wristband off.
6 January 2008
Why Robert Pattinson is Not Edward
…and why I do not want to see the movie. Ever.
So I finally gathered my thoughts together to form a coherent argument, since there are no more exams to distract me.
First of all, I do not even remotely care that the bloke is British – accents can be hidden, as demonstrated by Christian Bale in Batman Begins.
Second of all; hair color. So he’s blonde. Whatever. Dye his hair in that weird shade of bronze and auburn.
So why don’t I like him?
Well…I don’t care that Stephenie Meyers likes him. Although I do respect her decision (and she should know anyways, she’s the writer), allow me to say this; Jo did not object either when the imbeciles at WB hired Michael Gambon to play Dumbledore, thus forever leaving the children who watched GoF mental images of the kind, gentle, well-mannered, corky old grandpa SHAKING and YELLING at the poor bewildered Harry Potter.
[Heart rate: 92 beats per minute… am I angry yet?]
I don’t like him because he’s not how I pictured Edward. I don’t think anyone really pictured him as Edward. I think the people who claim he’s perfect as Edward are just lying to themselves. Because this guy is not Edward.
True, Pattinson is attractive, but come on. Let’s face it. He’s not and will never be the impossibly handsome and almost godlike Edward.
Pattinson and Edward are just… like Yin and Yang. Pattinson is course whereas Edward is smooth. Pattinson is rough whereas Edward is refined. Pattinson is common whereas Edward is extraordinary. And Pattinson is human – human features, human looks, human impression. Just. Human. No trace of the divine ethereal grace that Edward is.
Plus, I don’t like how angular his face is. I think Pattinson is more of a Picasso while Edward is a Botticelli (I thought of the angels…)
(And yes, I checked out the Vanity Fair pictures that everyone is yapping about. I think I stared at those for a long time before coming to the conclusion that……Tom Cruise is a better Lestat.)
I know that people will complain anyways, whoever they cast. But still. Couldn’t they at least have chosen someone else who is as good an actor but doesn’t look as… normal?
And yes. So he’s a good actor. Fine. If acting skills were just the deciding factor, then why did they not hire Johnny Depp? Now there’s an excellent one, if you ask me. And he’s handsome too. And you can just fix it with make-up, you know? Or if you’re worried about the age, then take… unfortunately, I don’t fangirl a lot of 20-or-so years old actors. But I’m sure you get my point.
I really can’t think of anything to say now. This note which should only have taken 10 minutes to write ate up a good 45 minutes of my life. I had to stop every once in a while and remember to breathe, and to remind myself that I have no intentions of buying myself a new keyboard.For my Edward, I would give up my heart, my life, my soul. For this guy… nothing. Oh no, wait. I would give up my extra pair of tweezers so he could finally do something about those eyebrows. He’s not Collin Farrell, it doesn’t work.
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Ah yes. My anti-Pattinson rant. I originally wrote this on Facebook, but I thought it deserved a place here too.
There's something else missing here... oh yeah!
One of my friends linked me to a video on YouTube. Someone had compiled clips of Edward fangirls reacting when they found out that our god was to be played by this Robert Pattinson. Understandably, they were outraged, and it was obvious in their expressions and body language.
Now at the end of said video, this person wrote that "You make Robert cry. You. Yes you." Albeit not verbatim, but it's close.
To that person, I only have this to say;
I watched your video. Several times, trying to see if I had indeed made Pattinson cry. He did not. So I leave you with this definition that you so DESPERATELY need to know and understand.
cry \ˈkrī\ verb : weeping
Inflected Form(s): cried; cry·ing
Etymology: Middle English crien, from Anglo-French crier, from Latin quiritare to make a public outcry, perhaps from Quirit-, Quiris, Roman citizen
Date: 13th century
That is all. I shall be sending you a Thesaurus for Christmas, so you can finally make PROPER accusations.
Still not watching the damn movie.
Lots of love [and hate],
The Crazy Authoress.
So I finally gathered my thoughts together to form a coherent argument, since there are no more exams to distract me.
First of all, I do not even remotely care that the bloke is British – accents can be hidden, as demonstrated by Christian Bale in Batman Begins.
Second of all; hair color. So he’s blonde. Whatever. Dye his hair in that weird shade of bronze and auburn.
So why don’t I like him?
Well…I don’t care that Stephenie Meyers likes him. Although I do respect her decision (and she should know anyways, she’s the writer), allow me to say this; Jo did not object either when the imbeciles at WB hired Michael Gambon to play Dumbledore, thus forever leaving the children who watched GoF mental images of the kind, gentle, well-mannered, corky old grandpa SHAKING and YELLING at the poor bewildered Harry Potter.
[Heart rate: 92 beats per minute… am I angry yet?]
I don’t like him because he’s not how I pictured Edward. I don’t think anyone really pictured him as Edward. I think the people who claim he’s perfect as Edward are just lying to themselves. Because this guy is not Edward.
True, Pattinson is attractive, but come on. Let’s face it. He’s not and will never be the impossibly handsome and almost godlike Edward.
Pattinson and Edward are just… like Yin and Yang. Pattinson is course whereas Edward is smooth. Pattinson is rough whereas Edward is refined. Pattinson is common whereas Edward is extraordinary. And Pattinson is human – human features, human looks, human impression. Just. Human. No trace of the divine ethereal grace that Edward is.
Plus, I don’t like how angular his face is. I think Pattinson is more of a Picasso while Edward is a Botticelli (I thought of the angels…)
(And yes, I checked out the Vanity Fair pictures that everyone is yapping about. I think I stared at those for a long time before coming to the conclusion that……Tom Cruise is a better Lestat.)
I know that people will complain anyways, whoever they cast. But still. Couldn’t they at least have chosen someone else who is as good an actor but doesn’t look as… normal?
And yes. So he’s a good actor. Fine. If acting skills were just the deciding factor, then why did they not hire Johnny Depp? Now there’s an excellent one, if you ask me. And he’s handsome too. And you can just fix it with make-up, you know? Or if you’re worried about the age, then take… unfortunately, I don’t fangirl a lot of 20-or-so years old actors. But I’m sure you get my point.
I really can’t think of anything to say now. This note which should only have taken 10 minutes to write ate up a good 45 minutes of my life. I had to stop every once in a while and remember to breathe, and to remind myself that I have no intentions of buying myself a new keyboard.For my Edward, I would give up my heart, my life, my soul. For this guy… nothing. Oh no, wait. I would give up my extra pair of tweezers so he could finally do something about those eyebrows. He’s not Collin Farrell, it doesn’t work.
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Ah yes. My anti-Pattinson rant. I originally wrote this on Facebook, but I thought it deserved a place here too.
There's something else missing here... oh yeah!
One of my friends linked me to a video on YouTube. Someone had compiled clips of Edward fangirls reacting when they found out that our god was to be played by this Robert Pattinson. Understandably, they were outraged, and it was obvious in their expressions and body language.
Now at the end of said video, this person wrote that "You make Robert cry. You. Yes you." Albeit not verbatim, but it's close.
To that person, I only have this to say;
I watched your video. Several times, trying to see if I had indeed made Pattinson cry. He did not. So I leave you with this definition that you so DESPERATELY need to know and understand.
cry \ˈkrī\ verb : weeping
Inflected Form(s): cried; cry·ing
Etymology: Middle English crien, from Anglo-French crier, from Latin quiritare to make a public outcry, perhaps from Quirit-, Quiris, Roman citizen
Date: 13th century
That is all. I shall be sending you a Thesaurus for Christmas, so you can finally make PROPER accusations.
Still not watching the damn movie.
Lots of love [and hate],
The Crazy Authoress.
5 January 2008
Musings Of The Procrastinating Mind
January 4, 2008
Mood: Contemplative (as usual)
(listening to: Boys Like Girls)
I'm supposed to be studying for a geography test. But as always happens when I'm listening to music whilst reading up on a subject I don't appreciate that much, my mind is somewhere else, scattered, going more than 100 mph in various directions.
My greatest strength and flaw is that I think too much.
So yeah. In the few hours I've spent sitting here, supposedly studying for a test, I've learned a lot. Loads of things. None of which are related to the subject I really need to be reviewing, but in my opinion is a lot more relevant to my life than how icebergs sculpt the landscape. :P
I've learned one key element in all the music that I like. I realized it while I was listening to Up Against The Wall. Every single song I like gives me this specific feeling... it's hard to describe. I'd say a delicious pain, a hollow ache of longing or something. But meh. Pleasurable to me, at least.
But enough rambling, let's get to the purpose of this post.
While I was pondering, I happened to be facing my wall that's plastered with posters. One side has anime posters, the other has my Prisoner of Azkaban poster.
And so all these memories and thoughts rush in my head. Memories of how I felt when I entered the bookstore that day in July, fully decked in Hogwarts garb... the excitement I felt when I held the book, a decade or so of secrets about to be revealed to me... how the world stopped (at least for us) on July 21... how everything came to a standstill as we all read the finale to the series that we grew up with...
Then I thought about a friend of mine, who documented his July 21 experience. I can't help but smile everytime I remember his expression when he finally got the book. His breathing came faster, he was just... bursting with joy and excitement. It was so cute. And then I also remembered my beloved person who is yet unaware of my affection (:P). He cried when he got the book. And I fully understand why.
A door closed. This series has been our life, our anchor. It was indeed bittersweet.
And this is coming from me. To tell the truth, I'm not a hardcore Potter fan. I've never been. I've never been that "in" the wizarding community. I don't know that much about Harry Potter, I've never been a big fan of Wrock, heck, I don't even have a wand.
But I love Harry Potter. I love everything that's happened to my life because of it. I love how it has built bridges, connected people all over the globe. I love how two perfect strangers can strike up a friendship while waiting in line at the bookshop to buy the latest Harry Potter book. I love how two people who don't even speak the same language smile at each other when they see each other carrying a Harry Potter book in a different language.
And so I think, what would have happened to me if I never really got in the Harry Potter fandom? My immediate thought was, wow, that would've been a very sad life. And yes. It would have been.
It's hard to tell how your life would have ended up if you take out one key element. Really, it is. Because if something didn't happen, it could be that something else would have happened in it's stead, leaving you with virtually the same life, except a bit different. OR, it could result in catastrophe. Either way, it's never the same, and it's hard to predict.
But it is worth a shot. So I tried to go back memory lane, to trace back to the time when I first got into HP. I remember that it was because of a newspaper article. The Potter hype was just starting back then, and I remember not really caring about it, since I've already got my anime world to worry about. But that article had some Harry Potter questions in it, and I couldn't answer them. Then I saw the thing at the bottom, "If you do not know the answer to any of these questions, then you are a Muggle, meaning that not one drop of magical blood flows in your veins."
Now, that's about the worst thing you can say to a fantasy geek.
And yes. It all stemmed from there. Now I'm here, watching it snow outside, completely contented with my life, staring at my HP poster, and contemplating the fact that my Harry Potter friends from all over the globe are just waking up right now. I'm also saving up for a possible trip this summer, not really possible if it weren't for HP.
What if I hadn't seen that newspaper article? Or, what if I did read it, but didn't pay any attention? What if my young self had said "HP, bah. I don't need another obsession. I'll stick with anime"?
If that had indeed happened, I can think of endless scenarios that could have resulted from it. Each one leading to a different future, each one leading to a different state of mind. Hard to predict. But I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have the same connections I have now, I wouldn't know half the things I know now, I wouldn't be half as happy as I am now, and I would still be desperately clutching on to a past that I have long since let go of.
Or I may be dead, and the last post in this blog would have been a suicide note.
Or maybe this blog wouldn't be here in the first place.
Or maybe, nothing would change. Maybe something else would prompt me to start this blog, somethine else would prompt me to write this, and I would be writing of that something else.
Maybe instead of the friends I have now, I would've made different friends in a different circle of life. That circle may exist isolated from the circle I have now, or who knows. Maybe it would have interlapped, and I would've ended again in the exact same place I am now, but in a different way.
Again, endless possibilities. None of which I really have the desire to explore. I'm quite happy with the life I have now... I would say I'm very happy and content if it weren't for the feeling of impending doom brought upon by this blasted geography test. And the social studies test. And the math test. And the gym test. Siriusly*, who needs to take a written exam in gymnastics? Why is it needed? I don't get the point.
I also have a Japanese test. But meh, I can study for that in between classes.
(*Also brought upon by the Potter community.)
I don't have a list of New Year's resolutions. Mainly because I know I wouldn't be able to fulfill them anyways, but also because the point of having one is to change yourself, thus improving your life. But frankly, I'm really really contented with the life I have now. I think I'll keep it like this for a while.
Or wait, perhaps I should write here a bit more. As you've probably noticed, I've barely updated this thing the past year. I have a whole laundry list of excuses; too busy, schoolwork, afraid to be stalked (ironically enough), couldn't think of anything, never got around to it, acid reflux, etc etc etc
But whatever. It's a brand new year. I'll update more.
Ciao.
Mood: Contemplative (as usual)
(listening to: Boys Like Girls)
I'm supposed to be studying for a geography test. But as always happens when I'm listening to music whilst reading up on a subject I don't appreciate that much, my mind is somewhere else, scattered, going more than 100 mph in various directions.
My greatest strength and flaw is that I think too much.
So yeah. In the few hours I've spent sitting here, supposedly studying for a test, I've learned a lot. Loads of things. None of which are related to the subject I really need to be reviewing, but in my opinion is a lot more relevant to my life than how icebergs sculpt the landscape. :P
I've learned one key element in all the music that I like. I realized it while I was listening to Up Against The Wall. Every single song I like gives me this specific feeling... it's hard to describe. I'd say a delicious pain, a hollow ache of longing or something. But meh. Pleasurable to me, at least.
But enough rambling, let's get to the purpose of this post.
While I was pondering, I happened to be facing my wall that's plastered with posters. One side has anime posters, the other has my Prisoner of Azkaban poster.
And so all these memories and thoughts rush in my head. Memories of how I felt when I entered the bookstore that day in July, fully decked in Hogwarts garb... the excitement I felt when I held the book, a decade or so of secrets about to be revealed to me... how the world stopped (at least for us) on July 21... how everything came to a standstill as we all read the finale to the series that we grew up with...
Then I thought about a friend of mine, who documented his July 21 experience. I can't help but smile everytime I remember his expression when he finally got the book. His breathing came faster, he was just... bursting with joy and excitement. It was so cute. And then I also remembered my beloved person who is yet unaware of my affection (:P). He cried when he got the book. And I fully understand why.
A door closed. This series has been our life, our anchor. It was indeed bittersweet.
And this is coming from me. To tell the truth, I'm not a hardcore Potter fan. I've never been. I've never been that "in" the wizarding community. I don't know that much about Harry Potter, I've never been a big fan of Wrock, heck, I don't even have a wand.
But I love Harry Potter. I love everything that's happened to my life because of it. I love how it has built bridges, connected people all over the globe. I love how two perfect strangers can strike up a friendship while waiting in line at the bookshop to buy the latest Harry Potter book. I love how two people who don't even speak the same language smile at each other when they see each other carrying a Harry Potter book in a different language.
And so I think, what would have happened to me if I never really got in the Harry Potter fandom? My immediate thought was, wow, that would've been a very sad life. And yes. It would have been.
It's hard to tell how your life would have ended up if you take out one key element. Really, it is. Because if something didn't happen, it could be that something else would have happened in it's stead, leaving you with virtually the same life, except a bit different. OR, it could result in catastrophe. Either way, it's never the same, and it's hard to predict.
But it is worth a shot. So I tried to go back memory lane, to trace back to the time when I first got into HP. I remember that it was because of a newspaper article. The Potter hype was just starting back then, and I remember not really caring about it, since I've already got my anime world to worry about. But that article had some Harry Potter questions in it, and I couldn't answer them. Then I saw the thing at the bottom, "If you do not know the answer to any of these questions, then you are a Muggle, meaning that not one drop of magical blood flows in your veins."
Now, that's about the worst thing you can say to a fantasy geek.
And yes. It all stemmed from there. Now I'm here, watching it snow outside, completely contented with my life, staring at my HP poster, and contemplating the fact that my Harry Potter friends from all over the globe are just waking up right now. I'm also saving up for a possible trip this summer, not really possible if it weren't for HP.
What if I hadn't seen that newspaper article? Or, what if I did read it, but didn't pay any attention? What if my young self had said "HP, bah. I don't need another obsession. I'll stick with anime"?
If that had indeed happened, I can think of endless scenarios that could have resulted from it. Each one leading to a different future, each one leading to a different state of mind. Hard to predict. But I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have the same connections I have now, I wouldn't know half the things I know now, I wouldn't be half as happy as I am now, and I would still be desperately clutching on to a past that I have long since let go of.
Or I may be dead, and the last post in this blog would have been a suicide note.
Or maybe this blog wouldn't be here in the first place.
Or maybe, nothing would change. Maybe something else would prompt me to start this blog, somethine else would prompt me to write this, and I would be writing of that something else.
Maybe instead of the friends I have now, I would've made different friends in a different circle of life. That circle may exist isolated from the circle I have now, or who knows. Maybe it would have interlapped, and I would've ended again in the exact same place I am now, but in a different way.
Again, endless possibilities. None of which I really have the desire to explore. I'm quite happy with the life I have now... I would say I'm very happy and content if it weren't for the feeling of impending doom brought upon by this blasted geography test. And the social studies test. And the math test. And the gym test. Siriusly*, who needs to take a written exam in gymnastics? Why is it needed? I don't get the point.
I also have a Japanese test. But meh, I can study for that in between classes.
(*Also brought upon by the Potter community.)
I don't have a list of New Year's resolutions. Mainly because I know I wouldn't be able to fulfill them anyways, but also because the point of having one is to change yourself, thus improving your life. But frankly, I'm really really contented with the life I have now. I think I'll keep it like this for a while.
Or wait, perhaps I should write here a bit more. As you've probably noticed, I've barely updated this thing the past year. I have a whole laundry list of excuses; too busy, schoolwork, afraid to be stalked (ironically enough), couldn't think of anything, never got around to it, acid reflux, etc etc etc
But whatever. It's a brand new year. I'll update more.
Ciao.
4 January 2008
It never goes away
January 4, 2008
Mood: Dark
For a fleeting moment, hopelessness touched me again with its wispy fingers. Not so much hopelessness as darkness, though.
I thought I was done with that. I was wrong.
It never goes away. You can only suppress it, but it never truly leaves you. Darkness stays. No matter how brightly the sun burns, there is always the darkness that lingers in the corners. Once the light flickers, it rises, ready to pounce, ready to ensnare, ready to haunt.
I wish there was someone who knew me so well, they'd notice when that haunted look starts showing up in my eyes again.
I don't know. Nothing particularly bad has happened to me to warrant such... erratic thoughts.
There is something wrong with me. I know there is.
I just want it to stop.
Mood: Dark
For a fleeting moment, hopelessness touched me again with its wispy fingers. Not so much hopelessness as darkness, though.
I thought I was done with that. I was wrong.
It never goes away. You can only suppress it, but it never truly leaves you. Darkness stays. No matter how brightly the sun burns, there is always the darkness that lingers in the corners. Once the light flickers, it rises, ready to pounce, ready to ensnare, ready to haunt.
I wish there was someone who knew me so well, they'd notice when that haunted look starts showing up in my eyes again.
I don't know. Nothing particularly bad has happened to me to warrant such... erratic thoughts.
There is something wrong with me. I know there is.
I just want it to stop.
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